144: Chapter 144 Jiang You's secret has been discovered?

On the way back.

Several specially modified buses were traveling on the road leading to Magic City Martial Arts University.

Inside the carriages, the excitement and noise from the trip there were gone.

The atmosphere was dull and oppressive, yet carried a sense of relief from having survived a disaster.

Having experienced a baptism of life and death, everyone seemed to have aged a few years in this single day.

In the area where Class A was seated, most students were still wrapped in blankets, their eyes dull, and their bodies occasionally shivering as they recalled those terrifying scenes.

Their worldview had been completely reshaped.

They had originally thought they were the pride of heaven, but in the face of a true S-Rank Dungeon crisis, they discovered they were as weak as ants.

In the "mobile prison" where Class F was, the scene felt somewhat different.

Lu Xingye sat by the window, holding a rag, wiping his dagger over and over again.

His gaze was no longer filled with the chuunibyou arrogance it had before; instead, it had become deep and resolute.

"Faceless Man..."

He silently repeated this name in his Heart, his fingers gently tracing the blade:

"One day, my blade will also be able to sever the void."

"I must become stronger... strong enough that I don't need anyone's protection!"

Not far away, Xiang Batian was staring blankly at the notebook in his hands, which was only half left and had scorched edges.

Although his Heart ached that this notebook, which recorded three years of his hard work, had been destroyed, he did not look dejected.

On the contrary, he was holding a pen, frantically recording something on the remaining half-page:

"The muscle density of a Tier 5 Great Demon... exertion techniques..."

"Although the notebook is burned, those battle scenes are already engraved in my Brain!"

"I'm going to write a new one! An ultimate guide on how to train a god-tier physique like that of the Faceless Man!"

On the other side of the aisle, Gou Fugui was wearing his glasses, holding a calculator, his fingers tapping away rapidly.

"This time, the mosquito repellent sold for 3000, the anti-diarrhea medicine didn't sell, losing 500..."

"Luckily, I saved my money in two bank cards, so I didn't go bankrupt this time!"

"I need to find a way to make another big haul!"

...

In the last row of the carriage.

The scene changed abruptly.

There was no reflection, no determination, and no calculating accounts here.

Only... snoring.

"Snore... snore... snore... snore..."

Jiang You tilted his head, his whole body seemingly boneless, leaning against the cold, hard, and even slightly uncomfortable black object next to him.

That was the huge Soul Corpse Coffin that Junior Zhong Wu was carrying on her back.

At this moment, Jiang You was sleeping soundly.

Crystal-clear drool hung from the corner of his mouth, and as the bus jolted, the drool even stretched into a long strand, dripping bit by bit onto the coffin lid that Junior Zhong Wu regarded as her life.

The box filled with underwear had finally disappeared, and Jiang You now felt completely relaxed, even better than having had ten massages.

With the threat of social death gone, he just wanted to get some good sleep now.

Beside him, Junior Zhong Wu sat expressionlessly, her smoky-makeup-covered eyes staring coldly at Jiang You's sleeping face, then looking at the suspicious puddle of liquid on her coffin lid.

Her finger hovered over her phone screen for a long time, seemingly hesitating whether to wake up this guy who was using her coffin as a pillow and beat him up.

The setting sun shone through the bus windows, illuminating everyone's tired yet hopeful faces.

...

"Hiss—"

With a sound of air brakes, the armed bus fully loaded with "wounded" finally stopped steadily at the entrance of the Class F Abandoned Gymnasium.

The afterglow of the setting sun fell on the crooked wooden sign with the letter F, gilding the dilapidated building with a layer of gold.

Although the wall plaster was peeling, the windows were drafty, and the main entrance was still an open black hole.

But when the members of Class F jumped off the bus and smelled that familiar air, a mixture of rust and mold, everyone's face revealed a mysterious sense of being moved, like the saying "a golden nest or a silver nest is not as good as one's own dog kennel."

"Phew..."

Gou Fugui took a deep breath, adjusted his glasses, and sighed:

"We made it back alive."

"The air in our Class F is still the most nourishing; that toxic gas in the swamp almost pickled my lungs."

Although Lu Xingye still had bandages wrapped around his neck, he couldn't help but adjust his leather jacket and huffed arrogantly:

"Hmph, it was just a mere S-Rank Dungeon."

"Next time I go, I will definitely use my blade to level that swamp."

Compared to the sentiments of these two, Jiang You's way of getting off the bus appeared quite undignified.

He had been "shaken" off the bus by Junior Zhong Wu with disgust.

"Ouch!"

Jiang You rubbed his sleepy eyes and let out a huge yawn:

"We're here?"

"Why so fast? I haven't even finished gnawing on the braised pig trotters in my dream..."

Just then, a familiar sound of keyboard typing and electrical sizzling came from the hall.

"Welcome back from your triumph."

Bai Zimo was still wrapped in that eternal sleeping bag, crouching in the shadows of the doorway like a ghost, holding a laptop, and said without raising his head:

"It seems you all haven't died out yet; not bad, now I don't have to find new roommates."

Beside him, Qiu Yunan and Senior Ji Youyou also walked out.

Qiu Yunan had changed into loungewear today; although she was still wearing insulating gloves, seeing everyone return safely, her eyes behind her lenses were full of relief:

"Is everyone okay?"

"I heard this special training had a major problem, and even a Tier 5 Great Demon appeared?"

As soon as this was mentioned, the crowd, which had been listless just a moment ago, instantly perked up, chattering away as they boasted about the legend of "the Faceless Man's battle against the Poison Python."

And as the only "survivor who took a kick from a Tier 5 Great Demon and didn't die" in this incident, Jiang You instantly enjoyed the treatment of a national treasure.

"Tsk tsk tsk..."

Bai Zimo closed his laptop, stood up for once, and circled around Jiang You twice; his gaze was like looking at a newly unearthed terracotta warrior:

"Is this the man of legend who was kicked around like a ball by a Tier 5 Great Demon, flew over a hundred meters, crashed through a dozen trees, and yet didn't even break his skin?"

"Jiang You, is your body structure... perhaps a bit different from us carbon-based lifeforms?"

Qiu Yunan also curiously leaned in, wanting to reach out and poke Jiang You, but fearing she might electrocute him, she could only gesture in the air:

"Junior, do you really not feel pain?"

"Do you want to go to the infirmary for an X-ray? Could there be some internal injuries we haven't discovered?"

Facing the crowd's observation and concern, Jiang You spread his hands with an innocent face:

"I'm also very puzzled."

"Maybe... it's because I was asleep at the time, and my body was relatively relaxed?"

Everyone: "..."

Just as everyone was getting along harmoniously, roasting each other.

Bai Zimo suddenly pushed up his thick-rimmed glasses, and a strange reflection flashed across the lenses.

He looked at everyone and said in an extremely flat, yet content-wise extremely horrifying tone:

"Right, there's something I need to tell you all."

"During the time you were away for special training, Principal Pang personally brought people to search this place."

"Especially the male dormitory on the second floor; they turned it upside down."

"They even... discovered the missing stolen goods here."

"Thump!"

Jiang You's Heart skipped a beat.

In that instant, he felt all the blood in his body turn cold.

"They searched it?"

Jiang You's pupils experienced an magnitude-8 earthquake in that instant.

These two words were like two cold, sharp knives, precisely stabbing into his fragile little Heart.

"No... wait! Don't panic yet!"

Jiang You forcibly suppressed the urge to bolt out the door, his Brain beginning to frantically replay the footage of those few minutes before he left the dormitory at a speed of eight hundred revolutions per second.